Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Old Spice Guy @ Your Library

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Flashback: Dada-ish Poetry, Revisited

A true Dadaist poem is completely random: you cut out words from books, magazines, newspapers, place them in a pile, and draw them out randomly. The words stay in the order they're drawn and you add line breaks, punctuation, ect.

This is not a true Dada poem: I cheated. I drew out about 10-15 words for each line and selected the ones that I liked, thus my Dada-ish poem:(click picture for better view)
I made this a couple years ago, when my brother left on his mission. He's coming home in a month (yay!) and I was looking through my journal from when he left and found this poem. I liked how it turned out, so I thought I'd share.
xoxo, M

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Cover Judging: American Heroes, Against All Odds

Happy 3rd of July! In honor of the upcoming holiday, we're leaving the highlanders and lairds in their dark Scottish castles and heading home to the States. I feel quite happy to introduce you to some real American Heroes:This series was published in the late 80s-early 90s and included an American Hero from each state. (see here to view all the covers)

Unfortunately, the series is out-of-print, so I'm unable to view the back covers and give a full Cover Judging. So we'll have to go with supposition.

From the Colonies:For me, it's a tough decision between Delaware and Maryland. Delaware, he looks like he could drop some Derrida in conversation, yet still seem unpretentious and kind. But Maryland, he looks as though he's overcoming the loss of someone special and needs some extra care so he can love again; also, the sweater. I don't know. These New England guys, I tell you.

Some Southern Gentlemen:Oh, hands down it's Louisiana. Somewhere in his plantation, I'm in my suite, making a dress out of curtains and having my maid pull my corset tighter.

For our more modern fellas, I find that Missouri has a soulful gaze and perhaps a troubled past. Perhaps he's a policeman who recently lost his partner in a shoot-out and if he'd only shot the bad guy half a second sooner, his partner would still be alive. And he really misses ol' Smitty and needs to talk it through. I'm there for him.